Lost and Found
he wanders,
somewhere,
never,
returning home,
his children,
searching,
everywhere,
for a fatherly love,
finding it,
In destructive things,
the hugs,
that drown pain,
grown,
blowing,
his own kisses,
they never can,
reach home,
from his Father,
the words,
a gift for one,
that he never,
heard,
"I'm so proud,
of you,
my son."
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